Ontem, quando eu tava indo pra facul (logo depois de embromar uma cara fazendo a porra da postagem de ontem), eu peguei o buzão e eis que começa a rolar umas faixas do Bon Jovi (neguinho de quem falei mal no post 20 Anos da Queda do Muro – definitive post).
Eu lembrei de muita coisa e de muita gente ouvindo aquelas faixas (ainda bem que eram só aquelas clássicas dos anos 80, mais umas dos anos 90, tal qual “Blaze of Glory” (e que também é nome do primeir álbum solo dele) que ele fez pro filme Jovem Demais Para Morrer 2, aquela porra western com o Emilio “Máquina Quase Mortífera” Estevez). (Eu lembrei) Principalmente da Kátia Cilene Silva Borges e da Carla Cristina Saraiva da Silva (from Anchieta, desnecessário dizer) que adoravam (não sei se ainda adoram) essa banda (que eu achava, na época, o máximo – atualmente... bem, quem tem Neil Young e Pearl Jam definitivamente não precisa de Bon Jovi).
Mas a parada mesmo foi quando rolou “Always” (Cross Roads, 1994) (que eu TAMBÉM lembrei da Saraiva e da Borges ao escutá-la). Nunca vou esquecer a cena de eu, Rodolfo e mais um casal de amigos meus, MUITO BÊBADOS, cantando (ou tentando cantar) a letra dessa canção. E o motorista: “seu bando de caralho, se vocês não calarem a boca e pararem de cantar, vou deixar vocês numa seccional, bando de filha da puta!” Aí era que a gente abria o berreiro. Se um porre cantando já é uma coisa, imagina QUATRO – e em INGLÊS! Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuito do caralho!
Eu lembrei de muita coisa e de muita gente ouvindo aquelas faixas (ainda bem que eram só aquelas clássicas dos anos 80, mais umas dos anos 90, tal qual “Blaze of Glory” (e que também é nome do primeir álbum solo dele) que ele fez pro filme Jovem Demais Para Morrer 2, aquela porra western com o Emilio “Máquina Quase Mortífera” Estevez). (Eu lembrei) Principalmente da Kátia Cilene Silva Borges e da Carla Cristina Saraiva da Silva (from Anchieta, desnecessário dizer) que adoravam (não sei se ainda adoram) essa banda (que eu achava, na época, o máximo – atualmente... bem, quem tem Neil Young e Pearl Jam definitivamente não precisa de Bon Jovi).
Mas a parada mesmo foi quando rolou “Always” (Cross Roads, 1994) (que eu TAMBÉM lembrei da Saraiva e da Borges ao escutá-la). Nunca vou esquecer a cena de eu, Rodolfo e mais um casal de amigos meus, MUITO BÊBADOS, cantando (ou tentando cantar) a letra dessa canção. E o motorista: “seu bando de caralho, se vocês não calarem a boca e pararem de cantar, vou deixar vocês numa seccional, bando de filha da puta!” Aí era que a gente abria o berreiro. Se um porre cantando já é uma coisa, imagina QUATRO – e em INGLÊS! Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuito do caralho!
Aproveitem a letra!
ALWAYS
(Jon Bon Jovi / Richie Sambora)
This Romeo is bleeding
But you can’t see his blood
It’s nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up
It’s been raining since you left me
Now I’m drowning in the flood
You see I’ve always been a fighter
But without you I give up
I can’t sing a love song
Like the way it’s meant to be
Well I guess I’m not that good anymore
But babe that’s just me
And I
Will love you, babe, always
And I’ll be there forever and a day, always
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don’t rhyme
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind
And I love you, always
Now your pictures that, you left behind
Are just memories, of a different life
Some that made us laugh
Some that made us cry
One that made you, have to say good bye
What I’d give to run my fingers, through your hair
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers, try to understand
I’ve made mistakes, I’m just a man
When he holds you close
When he pulls you near
When he says the words
You’ve been needing to hear
I wish I was him, cause those words are mine
To say to you till the end of time
I will love you, babe, always
And I’ll be there, forever and a day, always
If you told me to cry for you, I could
If you told me to die for you, I would
Take a look at my face
There’s no price I won’t pay
To say these words to you
Well there ain't no luck in this loaded dice
But babe if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams and our old lives
We’ll find a place where the sun still shines
I will love you, babe, always
And I’ll be there forever and a day, always
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don’t rhyme
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind
And I love you, always.....
Always.
(Jon Bon Jovi / Richie Sambora)
This Romeo is bleeding
But you can’t see his blood
It’s nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up
It’s been raining since you left me
Now I’m drowning in the flood
You see I’ve always been a fighter
But without you I give up
I can’t sing a love song
Like the way it’s meant to be
Well I guess I’m not that good anymore
But babe that’s just me
And I
Will love you, babe, always
And I’ll be there forever and a day, always
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don’t rhyme
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind
And I love you, always
Now your pictures that, you left behind
Are just memories, of a different life
Some that made us laugh
Some that made us cry
One that made you, have to say good bye
What I’d give to run my fingers, through your hair
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers, try to understand
I’ve made mistakes, I’m just a man
When he holds you close
When he pulls you near
When he says the words
You’ve been needing to hear
I wish I was him, cause those words are mine
To say to you till the end of time
I will love you, babe, always
And I’ll be there, forever and a day, always
If you told me to cry for you, I could
If you told me to die for you, I would
Take a look at my face
There’s no price I won’t pay
To say these words to you
Well there ain't no luck in this loaded dice
But babe if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams and our old lives
We’ll find a place where the sun still shines
I will love you, babe, always
And I’ll be there forever and a day, always
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine
Till the heavens burst and the words don’t rhyme
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind
And I love you, always.....
Always.
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